There was no place in the world Lizzie Blake loved more than Philadelphia. From the food, to the people, to the kaleidoscope of neighbourhoods, energy pulsed in every crack and crevice of her city, coursing through her with a bubbly type of joy.
But, as Lizzie stared down at the massive pile of shit she’d just stepped in, she hated that she had to question whether it was dog or human.
My bingo arms shook from overexertion. Yes, you heard that right – bingo arms. You know, the kind all of the old bats at bingo night have when they’re waving their dabbers around. That’s right. At thirty, I had a set of those bad boys.
“Steady, steady. Just a little bit closer,” I said. I’m sure I looked like a crazy person, talking to myself as I struggled to load the largest tier of a wedding cake into the back of my van. My assistant, Selene, had called out today, so I was on my own.